Wednesday is dump day.  As my man and son were leaving to take a load of trash to the dump, I *specifically* warned the son-man NOT to let his dad go dumpster diving again.

Did they listen?

Do I really need to ask that question?

They listen about as well as the girls listen to me.

NADA

Perhaps I should have a new category on this blog called “Dumpster Diving for Dummies”?

This week, the fine, older gentleman at the dump led my husband to a grand find.  A Dearborn heater — THREE TIMES the size of the Dearborn heater that I use in my office shed.  Now, my shed is merely 12′ x 12′ — not very big and pretty full of office equipment, computer and peripheral box storage and warm shirts that I occasionally need at 3 am when a chill may set in while I’m working.  Once my shed gets warm, I usually turn the Dearborn off, because if I let it continue to run, I start perspiring.  Yeah, it warms me up that much.  My LITTLE heater, that is.

I’m thinking my husband lives by that “if one works, try five” viewpoints — you know, if one aspirin works, why not take five because then you’ll surely not have to take another for a week!

Presenting my husband’s new / old dumpster dive find for the week (the heater, not the son-man):

Oh the joy on their faces …. and the horror on mine!